[ Something about that lopsided, rakish smile, combined with the way Harry is slouching, makes Cisco's stomach do a flip. Which is nothing compared to the way Harry looks at him after, and now that he's the object of scrutiny Cisco can't help shifting, part pleased, part self-conscious. It registers that Harry is saying something about looking like this all the time on Earth-2, and Cisco can only think, the people of Earth-2 are lucky.
But he can't bring himself to be jealous of them when he's the one who gets to see Harry like this, now. The one whose eyes linger around the collar of that shirt as Harry pulls him closer, lazily, flirtatiously. So Cisco leans forward, gripping the arm of Harry's chair and pulling him forward, too. ]
Harry...
[ Cisco only says his name, but there is still plenty in it. It's different to how he says it when anyone else is around, different to how he says it when he's just getting his attention or asking a question about work. He says the name Harry like he's savoring it; Cisco's dark eyes flick down to Harry's mouth and a moment later he kisses him, one hand coming up to rest lightly against Harry's chest. ]
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But he can't bring himself to be jealous of them when he's the one who gets to see Harry like this, now. The one whose eyes linger around the collar of that shirt as Harry pulls him closer, lazily, flirtatiously. So Cisco leans forward, gripping the arm of Harry's chair and pulling him forward, too. ]
Harry...
[ Cisco only says his name, but there is still plenty in it. It's different to how he says it when anyone else is around, different to how he says it when he's just getting his attention or asking a question about work. He says the name Harry like he's savoring it; Cisco's dark eyes flick down to Harry's mouth and a moment later he kisses him, one hand coming up to rest lightly against Harry's chest. ]